"For three weeks I have read them ten times over every day.

You shall read them, too, but later on, when I am calmer, and can make you understand all the love and tenderness hidden away in this confession.

For the moment I want you to do me a service." "What is it ?" "Your cab is below ?" "Yes.
"Well, will you take my passport and ask if there are any letters for me at the poste restante?
My father and sister must have written to me at Paris, and I went away in such haste that I did not go and see before leaving.

When you come back we will go together to the inspector of police, and arrange for to-morrow's ceremony." Armand handed me his passport, and I went to Rue Jean Jacques Rousseau.
There were two letters addressed to Duval.

I took them and returned.
When I re-entered the room Armand was dressed and ready to go out.
"Thanks," he said, taking the letters.